It’s all going up in flames (poem)

It’s all going up in flames
It already was
Already was broken, cracking, brittle:
Already wouldn’t bend
Couldn’t mold to the shape
Of us:
Of our hunger, weariness;
Our disease.

Already driving and driving and driving
Past empty shops
The haze of hunger
Hung in the air
Before the smoke.


It’s all going up in flames
The sobbing in the alleys
The frozen stares in kitchens
As the bills roll in
Walking and walking and walking
Food parcels and petrol vouchers
Mental health plans
NDIS reviews
Assess us; ship us off to pick fruit
Quietly now; quietly
Shhhh.

Gross domestic profit
Missiles
Submarines
Guns, guns, guns
Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns:
It’s all going up in flames
It’s all going up in flames
It’s all going up in flames.

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